From Beside
…Thank god.
Mutant Transcendents are supposed to hate being stroked by anyone else. She didn't seem to mind it all that much.
I'd heard it often enough. That it felt like being treated like a pet. That a touch from the opposite sex, especially, turned strange in ways they couldn't quite name. I'd gone in fully expecting the first attempt to fail, so succeeding this easily left me a little dazed. I'd only meant to try once or twice more and, if she kept refusing, put the rest off for later. Rush things and you trip over your own feet looking like a fool. Forcing it while Han Sua was still saying no would leave a bad taste, and the odds of it working were thin besides.
"…Want to lick a little lower?"
"…Here?"
"No. All the way down. The base."
"…H-here?"
"Yeah. You don't like it there?"
"…No. It's not like I… mind. I licked it earlier, when Yojora was here, so…."
So what I needed to show her, right now, was gentleness. That was the best move.
She'd swallowed every drop of the cum I'd dumped in her earlier, gulping it down without spilling a bit. Even now, licking a place that ought to have been filthy, her tail wouldn't stop swishing. It really didn't feel like it would be long before she let me fuck her. And with how strangely warped her knowledge of sex already was, the groundwork Yojora had laid seemed to be paying off.
Slow. Gentle. Close in so she wouldn't spook and bolt. One step at a time.
"Hah… haah…."
The soft give of her lips against my balls. The plush drag of her tongue scrubbing hard at the root of my cock. I only got a moment to enjoy it. Looking down at Han Sua as she sniffed quietly and twitched her ears, I toyed with those lion ears and spoke.
"Is touching you like this all right? Rubbing with my finger and thumb."
"…Mm."
A girl I'd been sure would be rough around the edges. A girl I'd been sure liked ordering people around. A girl I'd been sure was picky and selfish. A girl I'd been sure would loathe anything lewd. Sharp, fierce eyes, and — if you judged by first impression alone — a face like a delinquent's. Dress her in a high school uniform and she'd be perched on a desk at the back of the classroom, fiddling with her phone with a bored look, as if nothing in the world concerned her.
…And that same girl, of her own accord, was gently licking my cock, hard enough to ache, all but begging for cum. I'd thought it would be filthy enough to make me burst. It was hotter than that. Hot enough that part of me wanted to seize her head and force her into a deepthroat right then and there.
"Open your mouth for a second."
"…Ah……."
"A little wider. Don't let your teeth touch."
"……."
"…Good."
"…Nnph…. Mmh…."
"…Yeah. Like that. Move your tongue too. As much as you can."
The hand that had been petting around her ears slid higher and caught the back of Han Sua's head. I drew her lightly toward me. Not deep enough to slam into her throat. Only about halfway down my cock. Just far enough that the brows of Han Sua, eyes shut as she sucked, twitched and creased. Only as far as she could manage.
…….
….
…Ah.
Fuck.
What do I do.
"…Phaah……. Hah…."
"……."
I'd already stopped pulling her head. My head knew perfectly well that if I took it slow, someday I'd get to fuck Han Sua however I pleased. And yet there she was — dazed, lips parted in a soft ah, the tip of a spit-slick tongue just barely out, ears perked — waiting to be pulled in, as if asking whether I meant to use her mouth like an onahole again. Looking at her, I wanted to drag her to the bed where Yojora was pretending to sleep, pin both her wrists toward me so she couldn't cover her mouth, and pound her until the frame thudded. I was going out of my mind.
What do I do.
Do that, and she'd get scared and run before I even pressed properly into her womb. …Of course, if I could just get it in, her body being what it was, she'd grab the sheets and shake her hips in no time. But—
Hoo….
No. I can't. The odds of getting that far are far too low.
Before I ruined everything, I pulled myself together and forced the corners of my mouth up into a gentle smile.
"…Is taking it a little deeper too hard?"
"…Sh-should I try…?"
"If it's hard, you don't have to."
"N-no. I'll try. Yeah."
Same problem here. Yojora might have done god knows what to her own body, but Han Sua was only just learning these things one by one. Push her and she'd throw up for sure. I only lightly guided the back of her head. I didn't do anything worse — no matter how badly I wanted to press her down and drag it along her throat. I held it in, playing at manners, wearing a mask that felt ready to crack any second.
"And now your fingers…. …Yeah. Like that."
"…Schl… mn…."
This was nothing next to how good it would feel to tear through Han Sua's virginity and slam in anyway. Whisper for her to yelp like an animal. Shove her face into a pillow so she couldn't speak. Cum without a thought in the world until her womb was packed full. That would feel so much better.
"…You can grip a little harder. Don't hold it like you're afraid it'll break."
"Nnph…. Ph……."
I let out a sigh stuffed to the brim with want.
"Even with your tail out, you can control your strength. A normal handshake is fine."
"…Phah, mn…."
"Your tongue too…. …Yeah."
"Mmh…."
Han Sua's clumsy, clumsy fellatio, and a handjob even clumsier than that, which I was enduring —
and then.
Click.
A sound that should never have been heard.
"Kyaaang……."
At the voice that followed, Han Sua and I looked at the same place.
…In front of the bedroom. Where Yojora, who had promised me she would pretend to be asleep, lay sprawled in an extremely artificial heap.
"……."
"Yojora."
Han Sua, embarrassed after going as far as a blowjob, had started hurriedly pulling her pants back on. I glanced at her, then called to Yojora where she lay farther off. I'd been wearing the mask for Han Sua, so it came out gentler than usual.
"…You awake?"
Inside, I was nothing but irritated. A situation crawling with variables from the start was one thing. Nothing felt worse than a variable popping up out of nowhere — and worse still when the axe I'd trusted not to cause trouble was chewing into the top of my foot.
"…Uuung……. I had to pee…."
I'd told her to use the bathroom while Han Sua was in the bedroom, thumping the bed with her feet, precisely so this wouldn't happen. I'd watched with my own eyes as she grumbled and went in. I'd even told her, something like three times, to stay shut in the bedroom and not come out while I talked with Han Sua. And to each of those three she'd answered, in so many words — got it, I won't come out, I'm tired, I'll just sleep — so Yojora definitely remembered.
"……."
…Ah.
I get it, more or less. Why she's doing this. She wants me to scold her. She's pulling some stunt. Fuck me — I told a cat not to knock the cup off the table.
She figured now might be a good time for sex, so she slipped out to wedge herself in. And what can you do. I wasn't planning on fucking Sua yet. So—
…….
….
…Ha. This crazy bitch.
Fuck Sua with her on the bed. Fuck me filthy all by herself. Get fucked like a dog by me, pissed off at the interruption, until she passed out. She crawled out because she didn't care which.
…Seriously. Absolute psycho.
"…Sua-chan? Ah, you were practicin' fellatio with Woojin?"
"Uh, uh? Uh…. …Uhhh…."
"…Hnnn…. …But if it was only fellatio, you didn't need to take your pants off to practice. Puhaha…."
"……."
"So you decided to be sex partners. Mm-hm."
"…Th-that's…."
"I mean, it was weirder that you hadn't made her one till now…. …Handling his sex drive all by myself was too much. What a relief…."
"……."
Yojora came this way, rubbing the forehead that had gone a little red from the fall. At that bright voice — figured it out yet? — I let out a deep sigh and stood from the sofa.
"…Is this all Sua-chan's spit?"
"Yeah."
Yojora's soft lower belly only came up to about my chest. She stepped even closer, as if this were exactly the situation she'd wanted, and I pressed my erection — soaked through with Han Sua's spit — into that belly, hard enough to leave a filthy mark.
A moment ago I'd been full of irritation. Seeing her like this, she was a commendable little onahole thinking of her Master, and I liked it. Whether she'd calculated every piece of this before popping out was still an open question.
…I glanced down at where Han Sua was kneeling. The situation must have been too shameful; she had both hands over her face. She wasn't covering her ears, though, so she'd hear everything Yojora and I were doing.
"…Wow…. She really sucked every inch. The base, under the head…. …Do-M hentai."
"What's that supposed to mean."
"You don't know this either? It's everyday Japanese. Everyday Japanese. …Sua-chan probably knows?"
You came out on purpose, I asked, brow furrowed.
Who knows? Why would I? As if saying just that, Yojora licked her lips and grinned. Then — bleh — she hugged her soft breasts tight with one arm, and the saliva dripping from the tip of her tongue, cooled quite a bit on the way down, she spread evenly over my whole cock. Like marking territory. Wiping away the thick smell of Han Sua from a moment ago and covering it with nothing but her own.
…With both hands.
Schlick. Schlick.
She grabbed my cock and started stroking. So the erection wouldn't die. And so she could be fucked at any moment.
"Just say it. Quit the nonsense."
"Mm. So if I say it in Korean…."
"……."
"…I don't really know. Korean's still hard for me…. Hehe…."
"……."
"Total pervert? Is it total pervert?"
"Hentai's probably pervert. Is do-M that kind of thing?"
"…Well, more or less?"
All the while there was only a long, wet squelch, so Han Sua, covering her eyes, wouldn't know exactly what had happened. She might figure it out by smell, though.
"Anyway, looks like you decided to lay Sua-chan down on the table here and have sex…. Your cock got sooo swollen…."
"We're not. She's a sex partner, but she said no sex."
The moment she'd completely coated my cock in her own spit, Yojora brought up sex. I clicked my tongue at how underhanded she was and answered with a short, empty laugh.
"Eh? Why, if you're sex partners?"
"If she doesn't want to, we don't."
"…Then what about this? …Looking at how swollen it is, a liter of cum would come out easy."
"A liter, my ass…."
"If you spent all day ra— ah, having sex, it might actually work."
"Enough bullshit. …With Sua, we agreed on mouth only."
"Ehh…. What a waaaste…."
Out loud I'd made it perfectly clear I was dating Yojora, and yet the talk kept going with sex partner thrown around. A normal person would have been hopelessly confused. This was Han Sua, though, whose knowledge of this sort of thing was a little warped. Even now she was only covering her face, ears perked and listening hard. So I kept the conversation going without a worry.
"…Then do it with me for a bit, and keep going with Sua after."
"…Where?"
Even talk this blatant about fucking. Without a care.
"Here's fine? The bed's fine…. …The bathroom's no problem either. Want a scenario? The front door?"
"…Do you have a condom?"
"It's a safe day…. If you're really worried, you can cum outside… oh, right."
Rustle. Slip. The sound of pants coming off. Creak. An unsteady sound as she braced on the table. At that, Han Sua's fingers parted just a little, and eyes the color of amber showed through.
"…You can pound me nice and hard, then cum on Sua-chan's tongue…. And get a cleaning fellatio too…."
"…Crazy bitch."
"Tsk. Mean words…. And…. I'm really drunk, so you have to thrust deeper than usual, okay…? …So I can feel your love properly…."
Yojora bent herself over the table, hooked her pitch-black panties aside, and showed them stretched across her milky-white ass. As if she'd been masturbating until just now — and without noticing, in the slightest, the love-juice stains smeared all around her ass.